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cas-backwards-tie · 6 years

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Last Updated: 4.27.24

* = smut

ADCU Masterlist

The Umbrella Academy

Five Hargreeves

CopyCat ↠ Fighting off a mimic is a little harder than you'd anticipated.

Butterflies ↠ You thought he was being rude because he hates you... the truth? Unbeknownst to you.

Drabbles

“don’t be afraid,” & “trust me.”

“you make me want. I never want anything.”

looking behind him when he’s walking in front

“I still care” & “of course I knew where you’d be.”

Series

New Assignment | Five Hargreeves x Commission!Reader ↠ He's been assigned to, and dumped, by every case manager in the Commission. Now it's your turn.

Just Like Me | Five Hargreeves x Sparrow!Samantha ↠ When a group of misfits show up claiming your house is theirs and exhibit powers whilst fighting off your siblings, you can't help but be intrigued.

Detroit: Become Human

Connor: RK800

Your Sweater ↠ Connor can't get his feelings to go away at the department's Christmas party.

Richard: RK900

Colin: RK800-60

Series

When Humanity Collides : Sent to Detroit from the Metropolitan Police of the District of Columbia to wrap up a case, Connor wonders what exactly this case involves.

Shadow & Bone

General Kirigan

Series

The Darkling’s Secret Weapon : [Female OC] Forced to marry the General of the Second Army as a way of guaranteeing a peace treaty between Ravka and Fjerda, Samantha's thrown into much more than she'd anticipated. Determined to heal the rift between Grisha and Otkazat'sya, she puts her plan into action.

The Alienist

Laszlo Kriezler

The Devil In Manhattan : Attempting to provide for yourself as a woman living on her own in New York City, you pursue a job at the controversial, yet esteemed Kriezler Institute.

COD: MW2 & 3

Series

Trials & Triumphs : You've been selected to lead a ragtag group of operatives through a covert long-op. Determined to take down NATO's latest focus: a prominent underground sex-trafficking ring, you're put to the test when things start to get a little too chummy to handle.

Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish

C O M I N G S O O N

König

Busted ↠ Trying to keep your newfound relationship with König a secret is harder than you'd thought.

Music To My Ears ↠ There's something missing from his life, but he doesn't know what it is... until it's right in front of him.

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley

Wonderstruck ↠ Simon decides to check up on his childhood best friend and ex. Reminiscing on the past never leads to anything good... right?

Vladimir Makarov

Under The Moonlight ↠ You think the Commander hates your taste in music. Turns out... maybe you were wrong.

Series

The Long Road ↠ After your fiancé’s murder, you’ve come up with a plan to avenge him. Now in Russia, you’re thrust into a country, a language, and a fake identity you know next to nothing about. Forcing yourself into his life was easier than you’d anticipated, now the only problem is you’re worried someone’s catching onto your lies.

Taskforce 141

drabbles:

• getting ready

Slashers

Thomas Hewitt

Series

The Family Name : After a fateful pitstop turns into more than just a quick pee break, you're forced to fight for your life. The only question that racks your brain is: is it worth it?

R E T I R E D:

DC Comics Masterlist

Gotham Masterlist

Supernatural Masterlist

Marvel Masterlist

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loganbcrnes · 3 years

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Masterlist

Last updated - 15/12/2023

Disclaimer: this is an 18+ masterlist, if you are below the age of 18, then please press away. This masterlist has a LOT of nsfw content, you are warned.

Please read this post to see what type of characters i write about.

* = smut

X-MEN

Victor Creed x reader x Logan Howlett

Going on a picnic date with Victor and Logan would include *

Gym Fever *

Logan Howlett

Mine *

broken bedframe *

Nathan Summers (Cable)

Victor Creed

Domino

MCU

Frank Castle

Brock Rumlow

Hercules (comics)

DCU

Arthur Curry (Aquaman)

Mera

Black Adam

Peacemaker

Henry Cavill’s characters

Clark Kent x reader

Late * -----------------

Captain Syverson

your the bane of my existence and the object of all my desires * -----------------

August Walker

The Boxing Prince * -----------------

Sherlock Holmes

Midnight activities *

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Walter Marshall --------------------

Poly fics:

Captain Syverson x reader x Walter Marshal, August Walker *

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Headcanons:

Captain Syverson & August Walker in the viking era

Call of Duty

Simon Ghost Riley

Johnny Soap Mactavish

Kyle Gaz Garrick

John Captain Price

Konig

Keegan P Russ

Hesh

+plus more

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i-put-the-hot-in-psychotic · 3 years

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Masterlist ♡

Hello Everyone,

You will find every story that has been updated here :)

Call of Duty

Drabbles

Captain John Price

Priest!JohnPrice x Reader

Keegan P. Russ

Target Acquired

Part 1 - Keegan. P. Russ x Soldier! Reader Enemies to Lovers Trope

Summary: You and Keegan were somewhat of enemies, if that could be said. You got shot by him when you were on a mission, and hide in a nearby warehouse, but what happens when you actually get to talking, and showing him that you are not a scared woman and you mean business as much anyone else.

Part 2 - MDNI, NSFW, 18+

Summary: In a mission trying to find some important intel with Task Force 141, you are pulled into a dimly lit room, the heavy door slamming shut behind you. Sharp words exchanged, trying to assert dominance over the other, yet an unspoken connection that neither wants to admit, turns into something more intimate.

- o -

BTS

Jeon Jungkook

The Library - Jeon Jungkook x Reader, Mystery, Haunted, Dark Academia, Love

Cigarette (m) - Jeon Jungkook x Reader, Jimin makes a guest appearance.

Summary - You and Jungkook have been together for 3 beautiful years now. You are invited to Min Yoongi’s place or your group hangout spot, as you normally do on the weekends to enjoy yourselves, but what happens when Jungkook beings to feel high, and you’re next to him, sexy as always.

#masterlist #smut fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction #kpop smut #smutty #cod x reader #call of duty #x reader #reader #y/n

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faccal · 3 years

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1-10 and 15 for the get to know the author asks!

Get to know the author asks

Tysm for the asks!!!!! @simonxriley

1) is there a story you’re holding off on writing for some reason?

Yes! A few, actually. A mermaid AU (yes I know, cringe right?) I wanted a merman Logan x pirate Keegan fic and idek why 😂. I'm holding off because I feel like I would not be able to execute it properly, and also it's a lot more self indulgent. Just straight up Logan singing to woo Keegan because the sirens didn't work.

There's also a TWD fic I wanted to write, but the ship isn't very popular, and a lot of people hate on it.

2) what work of yours, if any, are you the most embarrassed about existing?

THE TAME AND THE FLAME!!! I'm so embarrassed by it but can't delete it at the same time. Infatuation too. It was originally a Rorke x Logan modern AU which progressed into Rorke x Logan x Keegan, but it was straight smut instead of plot and it pissed me off. It's funny though, because the fic was really only supposed to be smut. But me being me, I needed to make a proper plot and ending, and now I'm rewriting it. (Still embarrassed though 😂)

3) what order do you write in? front of book to back? chronological? favorite scenes first? something else?

It's a combination of my favorite scenes first (if I think of a super badass/awesome scene, I will immediately write it down.) And front to back. Though soemtimes I write the ending and/or climax first, and then fill in the rest from there.

4) favorite character you’ve written

Keegan P. Russ. It's a lot of fun messing with his quiet/collected nature, especially when Logan is thrown into the mix. I also love writing his dog Percy from And Then He Cried because Percy is amazing and everybody loves him. (Including Riley)

5) character you were most surprised to end up writing

Ajax and Kick. There's not much info on them, and they're very mysterious, which is why I'm surprised I tried and included them in my fics. I've kind of given them their own personalities for the different fics.

I was also surprised to write Hesh and Merrick, since I'm not the biggest fan of them (mostly Hesh.)

6) something you would go back and change in your writing that it’s too late/complicated to change now

Literally anything in The Tame and The Flame. I screwed up on the ages, length of the chapters and pace of the story. It's a fic I despise quite a bit, but I've already rewritten and edited it so many times, I feel like I'd just confused my readers more and I don't want to do that. I think the main thing would be to figure out how old everyone is supposed to be in the present, and then do the math to figure out the past.

I'd change Keegan's mate Carol's name to something else, lol, and would make Merrick less creepy. I mean he is one of the bad guys in the fic, but I think I made him too dark. He could still join and help Rorke without doing all the shit I had him do. I kind of feel bad.

I also would change Logan and Hesh's mom's name. In The Tame and The Flame, and Thorns and Roses, her name is Elaine, which is similar to Elias, too similar for my tastes.

7) when asked, are you embarrassed or enthusiastic to tell people that you write?

I'm enthusiastic until people irl ask to read my works which currently are all fanfiction and then I get embarrassed and have to come up with some bullshit excuse as to why they can't read it. 😂

8) favorite genre to write

Science fiction/fantasy. Mostly fantasy, lol. I also really love to wtite smut. Not sure why though, it takes forever when I do, lol.

9) what, if anything, do you do for inspiration?

Listen to certain genres of music, watch shows, and play games. I listen to a lot of metal/fast paced music for action scenes and whatnot.

Tbh I don't even have to try sometimes and my brain just goes "INSPO!!!!" And it's like: no, I already have like a dozen WIPs already, I don't want to write a zombie apocalypse au.

10) write in silence or with background noise? with people or alone?

Usually with some kind of background noise (eg: a fan) or music. I can't do it in silence I get anxious. Idk why.

Usually alone, depending on what I'm writing. If it's smut, alone. I get paranoid and feel like everybody is watching me. With most other things I don't mind if others are around. Soemtimes I do though.

15) why did you start writing?

A teacher forced me to 😂 while that is true, the biggest reason why I stuck to it is because it is therapeutic/a form of escape for me, and it's really nice to have something like writing waiting for me whenever I need it. I also love the support people offer me as it really does help so much!!

Thank you so much for the asks, this was a lot of fun!!! @simonxriley also I apologise if any of my answers suck/don't make sense. Currently falling asleep as I'm answering these 😂

#simonxriley #asks #ask the author #get to know the author #Questions #ask me things

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credince--writes · 2 months

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Deep In Those Woods- Chapter 7

Keegan P. Russ x Fem!Reader

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6- Chapter 7

AO3

You find a strange man in the woods, no doubt running from the federation. He seems, well, in simple terms beat to shit. May your act of kindness not go unpunished.

A/N: Womp Womp Taglist:

@dindjarinsmeshla @tessxq @ladyvlolypop @tiny-kasper

@biggiecheeselover @konigsleftkidney @mykneeshurt @katsufairies @noname0756 @brain-has-left @vinithechocolatevampire

The sun was hot on his face, glaring down and heating the sand crusted onto the exposed skin of his face. The sky was clear- no moisture- not a cloud in sight.

Keegan was in the desert.

He was in his own personal hell.

Sandviper.

His eyes glanced down to his hands, filthy in dark red tones and crusted over too many times to count with layers of filth and flesh, blood, and dirt. Driven so deep into the crevices of his flesh that he wasn’t sure where the filth ended and his skin started.

There’s a dull blade grasped in his hand.

A man leaps from over a pile of sand- knife drawn throwing his body forward ready to fight to the death. Keegan bares his teeth like a rabid dog. Because that is all he is. A wild animal, ready to bite and tear flesh, feels the splatter of blood against his skin. The dust crusted onto his disgusting form and built upon it like a trophy.

The warmth of the blood soothed his chilled skin in the cold desert nights, and cooled his skin in the hot daylight sun. The blood tacking up, soiling the dusty sand under him. Ponds of blood against the dirty yellow sand.

He’s grinning, knife dug into the neck of the man below him. Twisting his knife until the viscera of blood pops in a horrible, twisting, snapping, and schlepping of tendons veins and gore. Flicking the dulled blade as he’d done what? At least seven times that night, he looks up to see the sky has turned dark. The full moon illuminating the hellscape he’d metamorphosed from.

Your corpse, torn open with brute force and dull metal, staring up at him with tears running down dirty cheeks.

Eyes unfocused up at him, cloudly, dead.

And God, do they look beautiful shimmering in the moonlight. The warmth pooling from your neck warming this tips of his fingers- reaching in to cup the wound. Hold it in-

Please-

He’s sitting on the couch next to the window, dozing as the afternoon sun radiates against his face.Jolting forward and wheezing, lungs screaming and heart rate pounding in his ears. He glances down, to assess his hands and frowns at the dark smudges of dirt against his knuckles. Mentally chastising himself as he closed his fist and squeezed, nails pushing in against his palm in a near-satisfying twinge of pain. Keegan was angry at himself in a way he had trouble defending. Here he lay, on a couch in some woman’s home after getting injured. Stranded without contacting his team- he was sure that Logan would be worried sick over the lack of his check-ins.

And here he was sunning himself, content and full, like some kind of civilian. He’s not. As much as he could play- he is just a rabid dog, looking for its next hunk of flesh to tear into. Your eyes, dull, unfocused.

He needed to leave.

He needed to get his radio working- or at least get back into contact with base to let the other Ghosts know he was alive. Lurching forward, forearms against his thighs he leans as far as he can until the creak in his ribs almost forces a whine from his lips. As subtle as he can, leaning back and resting his head against the cushion.

He needed to get out.

The more he thought of hiking his ass out and away, he found his eyes trailing over to the window.

Then trailing over to you.

He frowned, forcing himself to stand before rubbing his fingers against his temples.

He needed to leave.

He was a soldier.

He had a mission.

This was no time for weakness.

And that's how you found him. Standing in the center of the room fully kitted back up- vest pulled back over his bruised chest, his pants with freshly mended holes from the wear and tear they took out in the woods. The same clothes you’d found him in and peeled off of his cold body- mended together, washed, and hung out on the line.

It almost felt like an insult, staring back at him dressed in his gear. You’d mended him back together, and he would just…

Leave?

“Where is my mask?”

His voice was cold.

Detached.

So far from the soft and meek mumbles in his sleep, the breathy moans of pain as you lifted his back off of the floor and sat him up as you fed him.

“I’m leaving.” Your brother spoke, detached and cold as he turned on his heel and left.

“You can’t!” You yelled, hand gripped onto the doorframe as he picked up his bag and a jerrycan of fuel. The tips of your fingers screaming against the pressure on the wood, joints creaking. “I can’t just sit here and do nothing. I can’t just sit here and hide anymore!” Your brother lashed out, screaming- the rasp in his throat as the words cracked like thunder against the quiet of the field.

The chickens startled.

“Then let me come with you-” You begged.

You pleaded.

You wept. “I won’t risk it.” He bit back. “You’ll be a liability.” Was he right?

Were you a liability?

Could you face the consequences of your existence? Of your choices?

“I-..” You paused, hand releasing from the doorframe and dropping to your side.

“I’ll be back soon. I just- I have to see. The fires, they mean something.” He sighed. “I’m sorry.”

And he left.

Without looking back.

He needed to compartmentalize. Put this fucking cabin in a little box, and lock it up and stick it somewhere it’ll never be opened up again. There was an ache in his ribs that wasn’t from the injury- a tightness in his throat as he pulled on the armor, his second skin.

His armor.

His hand reached up, not yet donning his gloves, and rubbed the side of his face. Feeling the stubble long since grown out, feeling wrong. It wasn’t supposed to be there- that long. At least it shouldn’t be- he shouldn’t be in this situation.

He took a deep breath.

It would be fine. He needed to get out of this damned cabin- he needed to get his gloves on, mask on, toss his gear over his shoulder even if he body screamed against it. He needed to get out and get a radio and get out of here-

His mask-

His mask?

Where is his mask?

He rummaged- looking as quietly and efficiently as possible for the damned thing while you weren’t paying attention. Stalking room to room with silent footsteps and sharp eyes. Hand hovering over the knob to your bedroom, staring.

Debating.

He’d-

Well.

Maybe?

No.

He’d rather rip his arm off than be caught dead rummaging through your bedroom- Rather poke out his eyes than cross a boundary like that, even if there was the possibility of you stowing it away in there.

He’d just have to ask-

“Where’s my mask?” He’d slipped into this before- the body of a soldier. Maybe he never really left it- he was what he was after all.

A Ghost.

Ghosts can’t change, they are what they are. The remnant of what someone once was,

Is,

Could’ve been.

But deep down, the tone of his voice surprised him- the change- it ripped away any warmth that he’d clung too. Anything he’d foolishly accepted thinking that it could become the norm.

He didn’t deserve it anyways.

“You’re leaving.” Your voice was quiet. Small.

Small like you.

Fragile.

Frail.

Small.

He simply nodded, silent.

You shrunk back, stepping to the side and striding across the building. Tearing open the door to your room- the sound of something clattering against the floor. And in a flurry- you rushing out and throwing the piece of fabric at him. The threads spreads across his fingertips, tilting the mask to the side- where the paint was starting to fade, where a rock had torn through the fabric and stabbed into his skin.

Fresh stitches mending the fabric together.

"I just..." You trailed off.

"Want to make sure he's ok?" Keegan finished.

"Yea." You nodded. "Or at least have some closure. Sometimes just knowing- as much as it'd hurt. To know he is dead, would be better than to wait- to expect."

"I'll help you." His voice was soft- quiet. As if his words came out just above a whisper.

"Why?" You questioned.

Keegan stared, mouth opening and trying to speak but nothing coming out- his mind rushing a million miles a minute.

"Because you owe me?" You teased.

He releases a breath. "Yea, Princess. Because I owe you."

“Yes.” He breathes out- shattering the semblance of control he had on his firm, cold tone.

Your eyes are like fury- hatred, malice. Pain. “You promised.” You say it with such a conviction he nearly flinches back. Blinking once, twice- anger and bile rising back up in his throat.

Could you not see he was saving you? Blessing you? Fulfilling your stupid little promise? “I never said you’d come with me.” He replied.

He was saving you from him.

He can see the glassy haze on your eyes, putrid, vile, hatred.

The glint of your cloudy eyes against the moonlight. Gritty sand trapped in your eyelashes.

He pulls the mask over his face, and leaves without looking back.

#call of duty #deep in those woods #Keegan russ #Keegan p. Russ #keegan p. russ x reader #keegan russ x reader

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salstray · 4 months

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Keegan P. Russ x fem!Reader - Guardian Angel 3rd person pov warnings: blood, bullet wounds, swearing, guns 1k words~

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part 2 = part 3

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“Keegan! Keegan! God damn it, respond! Where are you?!”

Merrick’s voice was laying in his lap, calling out from the ear piece that had been knocked from Keegan’s head when the Fed sniper had slammed his elbow into the Ghost’s temple. That same sniper was now laying in a mangled, bloody heap at the bottom of the cliff he’d once been scouting from, but the pistol he’d used to punch a hole right through Keegan’s stomach was laying only a foot away from the sole of his boot. Probably still warm from the discharge.

Keegan groaned, blinking a few times, slow and sluggish as he focused all his energy on pressing his glove to his leaking wound.

He needed to use his other hand to press the radio. To make contact. Tell his team where he was and what his status was so they could, at the very least, get his corpse somewhere they could bury him. But everything was thick and syrupy. Coated in molasses and hard to push through.

Already lost too much blood, he thought to himself.

“Keegan!” Merrick’s voice was laced with desperation. Fraying at the edges, cracking as he called to him, over and over, begging for something, anything that would tip them off to his position. That would give them a hint as to where he’d ended up. Had he made it to the house? Had he taken out the sniper? Was he still alive?

They wouldn’t get their answers. Not from him and not from the bullet that had torn right through his intestines.

Keegan’s eyes fluttered and he sucked in a deep breath as he tried to tug them open again.

Focus. What do you see?

Greenery. Ferns and underbrush. The house the sniper had set up in had been some sort of isolated vacation home on the side of the mountain. More taken by time than the crash of ODIN to the earth. Simply abandoned. There was a moldy, dirty sofa to the right of the room. Sitting in front of an overturned coffee table. Brown with rainwater and animal activity. There was a perfect set of paw prints that he could track on the arm-rest. Probably a fox or something that had found its way through one of the many shattered windows, looking to take a few berries from the blooming bush that half hung down through the collapsed ceiling.

His head rolled to the side, his cheek resting against his left shoulder as his breath slowly pushed free from his lungs. Keegan couldn’t feel most of his limbs at this point, but he didn’t let up the pressure on his wound, even if it wouldn’t do anything but delay the inevitable.

The wall on this side of the house had also fallen in. Either by a storm, human interference, or something else, he didn’t know. Insulation flapped in the wind, softly patting the drywall that was steadily crumbling away to dust with time. Beyond the wall was a cliff. The one Keegan had full body shoved the sniper off of. A small smile twitched its way onto his cheeks under the mask at the memory of the scream. Then the echoing crack and the answering silence.

At least I’ll see you in hell, bastard.

Finally, his eyes closed. It was supposed to be a blink, but… opening them again felt like it would take more energy then he had left… so they didn’t.

“Answer me, Russ! That’s a fucking order!”

Sorry, Merrick.

“Keegan!”

End of the line.

“Keegan!”

“Keegan?”

A new hand pressed against his. Warm. Soft. Somehow he could tell, even through the gloves and the icy feel of blood loss.

“Still with me?”

That wasn’t Merrick. His voice was rough. Commanding and sharp. This one was… quiet. Feminine. It wasn’t coming from his fallen earpiece, either. It was right in front of him. Clear as day.

“I got you, Sergeant. Don’t worry. You’ll be okay, I promise.”

He still couldn’t open his eyes. His body was heavy. Heavy in a way he’d never felt before. It wasn’t the pull of exhaustion. He was used to that, knew how to fight it off better than anyone. This was the drag of death.

And yet... he was still alive.

The warmth that pushed through his glove bled through his whole arm. From the tips of his fingers up to his shoulder, then deeper, into his chest and his lungs. Then down into his wound. He didn’t feel the bullet push its way out of his body, but the quiet clink of it hitting the wood between his thighs made him flinch.

“Easy,” the new voice called again. Another hand appeared, cupping his cheek, warm and welcoming, the thumb brushing against the edge of the mask under his eyes, which he still couldn’t seem to open. “Almost done.”

Almost done with what…?

Finally, Keegan’s eyes popped open. Wide and wild, shifting across the room, from right to left and back again, searching for the source of the voice. The hands, the warmth. But the room was empty.

It was just him. The pistol. And Merrick’s voice from his lap, agonized and drenched in defeat..

“God, damn it…”

Keegan’s right hand pulled away from his stomach, towards his rifle, which had fallen off his lap when he’d slid to the ground with his back to the wall, bleeding like a stuck pig. The other went to the earpiece and he wedged it back in place under the fabric of his mask before pushing at the button on his radio.

“Sniper’s down,” Keegan said simply.

“Keegan?! What the hell, what happened to you?!”

The Ghost’s hand fell away from his radio, down to his abdomen, where he’d been bleeding from minutes ago. But there was no blood to be found, now. Just a single hole torn right through his jacket, his hoodie, and his shirt, exposing a smooth spot of skin on his stomach, right under the line of his vest.

There wasn’t even a scar.

“Got held up. Heading back your way.”

He’d figure out the details later. Think about the voice, the hands, the wound later. For now, he’d continue on, haunting Federation territory like he was supposed to with his fellow Ghosts, the quiet thought of Guess I got a Guardian Angel or something... in his mind.

#Call of Duty #Call of Duty: Ghosts #CoD Ghosts #Keegan P. Russ X Reader #Keegan P Russ #Keegan CoD #Keegan x Reader #Fem!Reader #Keegan x Fem!Reader #Keegan P Russ x Fem!Reader #NOT gonna post this as a part one cause FUCK knows if i'll manage to write enough of it to make a part 2!#but i will try!#and it'll be linked if I manage it-#K BYE #my works

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qaxqxd · 6 months

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Kinktober 5

♡: Keegan P. Russ x f!reader

Gerne: little angst / smut

Warning: Mention of suggestive, breeding kink, cockwarming, cum play, sort of pain kink, rough sex sort of, some dark themes, shy reader

Word count: 1.0k

A/n: he's a cutie fr 😋 (still haven't seen the game play)

Summary: Private training sessions with Keegan.

After another failed mission, stress ran through your blood. Not able to rest, you got up.

You were training out in the field at night. Everyone was probably asleep by now.

That failed mission frustrated you. You needed to train harder to make sure stuff like that didn't happen.

You needed to work on holding your gun, and maybe other positions too.

"Private, you're not holding it correctly." Keegan sneers. You flinch at his voice, looking over to him.

He got up close to you, positioning you correctly. You felt his breathing against your neck.

"What are you doing up so late?" You asked him.

"I could ask the same about you." He held your waist and arm.

"Training…" You mumble. "After a mission? Shouldn't you be resting?" He spoke calmly.

You look forward to trying to position yourself. You bit your lip. "It— well sort of failed." You were ashamed to even say that to him.

You heard him breath deeply, sighing.

Keegan… one of the Ghost's.

They were known to be aggressive in battle. Cold, and brutal. You were surprised he was here with you even.

He never looked your way.

"So, that's why you had trouble sleeping, kid?" He chuckled. You grumbled at his laugh.

He pulled you closer to him. "I could help you train. It'll help you sleep too."

Wait what? Did he just..? No way right? You probably heard him wrong, but the way he's holding you…

He's being serious, is he?

You felt warmth replacing your stress. You nodded shyly.

"To my barrack then, Princess?" He led you back into the base, into his barrack.

Man he was lucky to have the room all to himself. Maybe it was one of the perks of being a Ghost.

He trailed you to his bed. He pin you against the bed, "You don't know how long I've been wanting you."

He stroked your face, your face turning red. You didn't know how to respond to all of this.

He raised your hand to kiss. "Tell me when to stop, m'kay?" He was unbuckling his pants and you fumble off with yours.

You were still in your top still, but your pants were off. He saw the wet spot in your underwear.

He used his thumb to rub your clit through your underwear roughly. You let out a strang moan.

There was a hungry look in his eyes. A hunger for lust. He slid off your underwear to reveal a soaking cunt.

You were wet for him. He angled his length into your cunt, it was easy to slip in since you were basically dripping.

You let out a harsh moan. As you feel him penetrate your cervix, you whimper at his length. It was too much.

Your body squirmed against him.

He continues at a rough pace going in and out. Your body suckles him, hips bucking for his cock.

You were squeezing him so much. A few grunts and groans were heard. You bit down on your lips trying to contain the moans.

You covered your face, embarrassed by the sound you were making.

"Sweetheart let it out, let me hear your beautiful noises." He murmurs against you. His pace quickened to your liking, to make sure you were making noises.

"ha- mphm no- I mgh, f-fuck Keegan" you barely could form words as you felt your orgasm. It was overwhelming.

"Thaat's it, let go." He grinned, he moved your arms above your head. He pushed himself down deeper.

You let out whimpers, your back arched beautifully. You felt like you were seeing stars, because of how good he was making you feel.

You created moon crescent on his arm, because of how hard he was fucking you. You quickly arrived at your second orgasm. As his speed slows down for you.

He was close.

You could tell he was close.

"Can I fill you up?" He whispered, you agreed, wanting to feel more of him. He peppers kissed on your neck.

One last thrust and he held himself deep inside of you. You felt a warm sensation in your stomach.

He painted your inside with his seed. As you went limp, he lied beside you. Holding you close to his chest.

His cock still inside you, not wanting to waste his seed. He used his cock to plug you. You could still feel his hardness against your walls.

His greed and lust for you grew, he wanted you. He didn't want anyone else to have you.

You were his, and he was yours.

He wondered if he could plant a baby inside of you, then you would be his.

He unplugged himself, to watch the cum drip out of you. You gasp feeling the lost of warmth in your cunt.

He used his thick fingers to push thr cum back into you. You let out a tired moan each time he pushed it back in.

Fuck, he was good.

His still hard cock laid on your stomach.

"Up for anothe' one, hm?" He asked gently. You laid your head on his shoulder.

"Mmhm." You mumbled. As he positioned you on your stomach. He thrust his still hard cock back into your aching cunt.

Keegan let out a grunt, as you were tightened around him again.

His cock kissed your cervix constantly. To the point where the only thing you knew how to say was his name.

You felt your orgasm once again building up. He held you in a rough position, making you want more.

He grab the fat part of your thigh and pushed himself against you even more.

You both came at the same time.

Lying limp next to each other. He brought you in closer right next to him, as you fell quickly asleep.

Keegan kissed you goodnight.

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twilightttlovee · 7 months

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keegansgf · 1 year

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"think for only tonight"

pairing: Keegan P. Russ x reader

word count: 1.4k

synopsis: Having your lover in reach post war is a lot easier for the both of you, but the extra work to recover from mass destruction and return to normalcy is draining, especially for Keegan. You just hope he'll allow himself to take it slow.

tags: reverse comfort (for being overworked), domestic bliss, fluff

A/N: I renamed this oops. I wasn't a fan of the og title. Anyways hi reverse comfort anon I told you I had something.

It was almost 8:00 pm, the perfect time to start winding down after a long, calming day off. The late spring air blows softly against your windows, creating a soothing atmosphere to end the day. You were sitting on the couch before you heard a long deep sigh and some mumbling following a set of keys. The front door opened to your lover, still in full gear. Keegan took his boots off and put them next to the other shoes, a quiet 'hi, love' following suit. He's never looked so... worn out. His eyes were drooping, and his body moved slowly from tiredness. You know his career comes with a physical and mental tax, but it still crushes you to see him completely drained.

"Hi, welcome home. Are you okay?" You ask, getting up from the couch to stand at his side.

"Not really. Today felt a lot longer than I thought it would be." He replied, quickly kissing your cheek. His volume was much lower than it usually was, and his voice was strained. You got him a cup of water before walking him to the bedroom and having him sit on the edge of the bed. You got straight to helping him take his gear off in a more relaxed and familiar setting. Once you got rid of all the heftier items, you sat next to him.

"Do you want to shower while I heat some food for you?"

"Yeah, sure. That would be great. Thanks."

You left him alone and carried on to figuring out other ways to comfort him. Before Keegan came home, he called to tell you that the war was over. It wasn't that surface-level, though. War doesn't end with everyone returning to living normally. Asking him about work wasn't completely out of the question, but you know how he left out the negative details for your sake. As sweet as that is, you wish he'd let you help cope with his worries without feeling like a hindrance. All he wanted was to be home for you; it skipped his mind that he deserved comfort like everyone else.

While he was long distance, he was close to his breaking point. Being a valuable asset to the ghosts while being expected to manage his anxiety and homesickness was enough pressure for him. Losing teammates and worrying about your safety at home stressed him even more. If he called you, he might compromise his location– which would second-handedly put you in danger. Keegan needed to check up on you somehow– he just couldn't, with the cons outweighing the pros. He isn't one to vent to strangers, especially anything family related. What's personal to him could be taken advantage of. He'd rather not deal with that.

Nothing made sense to him then besides his goal: defeat the federation and come home alive. He did just that, but of course, more things came up. The Walker brothers were missing, Rorke might not be dead, and returning to normalcy felt... impossible– he felt so hopeless.

Keegan came into the kitchen in comfier clothing, clearly preparing to end the day as quickly as he started it. You were standing behind the counter, resting your elbows on the surface. Your thoughts and concerns relating to him got cut short when a pair of arms wrapped around your abdomen. You smiled after feeling the contact.

"Hi, again."

"Hi, hun. Are you feeling better after showering?"

"A little. What did you make for dinner earlier? It smells good."

After you finished your kitchen catch-up, you and Keegan resumed at the dining table. His energy picked up slightly more after being home, but he was still visibly exhausted. You weren't worried about him fainting– or at least not that worried. You know he wouldn't overwork himself to such extremes, but there's always a chance. Keegan put his plate in the sink as soon as he finished eating, taking your waist and going into the bedroom with you. For now, it might just be best to let him sleep it off.

You did your night routine together before getting into bed to cuddle under the warm covers, resting your head on Keegan's chest and listening to his heartbeat. You fell asleep before him, unaware that your lover was still awake.

There was no getting by how irritated he was about the inability to sleep– primarily because he was so tired, his eyes couldn't seem to relax. He came home, ate dinner, chatted a little, and now he's sleeping next to his sweet girl– or rather, should be sleeping. The setting was perfect, but the stress and anxiety wiped the positives away from him. Any day by now, something could come up. There was no sign of the Walker brothers, a possibility Rorke didn't die, and a chance that Keegan might be sent out again. He was only attending local meetings for now, but he wasn't sure about being sent far away again.

An hour passed. Keegan tried to reach for his phone, hoping to read a little and finally get rest. He unintentionally woke you up in the middle of that action, feeling the bed shift from you getting up.

"Shit, I'm sorry I woke you up." He sat up and pulled you closer to him as consolation.

"No, no, it's okay. Were you awake this whole time?"

"Yeah, I was gonna read a bit to fall asleep. Again, I'm sorry I woke you up, angel."

"It's fine, really. What's keeping you up?" Keegan's body stiffened. Your questions about his wellness were inevitable, but he still feels like it's a chore to calm him down. He took in a sharp inhale before answering.

"Nothing, baby. Go back to sleep, 'kay? You need rest."

"No, be honest. You need rest too."

He sighed lovingly, appreciating your concern for him. There was no dodging the question. He kissed the top of your head before continuing.

"You know me too well for your own good."

"Of course I do. I love you."

"I love you too. Let me think about what I want to say, alright?"

Keegan drew shapes in your palm while choosing how to phrase his thoughts. There was no way for him to put months– no, years of military tension into a proper sentence. It was easier to think in your dark bedroom, only the dimly lit lamps and you next to him. He was used to constantly being on his toes, even while sleeping. Getting a chance to process things at his own pace was a luxury.

"I've just been worried if those missions I did were actually completed. Two of our teammates are missing, conferences are getting longer, everyone's concerned about a possible ambush, and I'm worried I'll have to leave home again. It's never felt this draining. I guess the thoughts were keeping me up."

"Thanks for telling me," you composed your response after taking that information. "but you know you deserve a break, too, right? I'm worried you're on the brink of passing out sometimes." you half-joked.

"I'm aware, angel– it's just all that planning holds me back. I don't want to fall behind."

"You won't. You know how quickly you get back on your feet."

"But taking a break might not work out like that-"

"Don't go down that rabbit hole. Do you need some time off?"

"Yeah."

"Do you think you can catch up with your tasks after?"

Keegan thought about your question. Confidence was needed to execute his every action on the field. When it came to giving himself leniency, he was unsure about his ability to focus on relaxation. You told him once that he was a busybody, and he full-heartedly agreed. He could try.

"I think so."

"Okay then. Can you take a leave tomorrow and maybe a few days after that?"

"Yeah, I just have to call in."

"There you go. Let them know you're worn out. I think they would rather have a not so burnt out version of you, right?"

"I guess so. Thanks for always looking out for me. You really are an angel, huh?" There was no comfort compared to yours. You were his favorite thing to come home to, and that would never change.

"Anything to keep you well, Keegan."

He kissed your lips and fixed the pillows under the both of you before taking you in his arms.

"I love you, angel. Good night."

"Love you too. Night, see you in the morning."

The warm covers and loving contact was just enough to ease the both of you back to sleep. There's nothing better than finally being home. Maybe it was the start of being able to think in the present, all thanks to you.

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